My yard is in desperate need of attention, although EVERYTHING green is growing well, ha ha. They are however...weeds. Boo. Actually, when I examine them more closely, there are acceptable plants in and among the unwanted ones, but look how big the unwanted ones are! (I think I remember a parable about this.)
Okay, well nope. Nothing redeemable here. |
In this case, the dead is good. |
Here we find the dead coming to life. |
Somewhere in there is a gardenia bush. Really, there is. |
The Master Gardener also knows which plants are His and which are not. I will be doing well to care for mine. He will ultimately and permanently weed His one day.
O Lord, may I be counted among the wheat in Your fields.
Matthew 13:24-30 "The kingdom of heaven may be compared to a man who sowed good seed in his field, but while his men were sleeping, his enemy came and sowed weeds among the wheat and went away. So when the plants came up and bore grain, then the weeds appeared also. And the servants of the master of the house came and said to him, 'Master, did you not sow good seed in your field? How then does it have weeds?' He said to them, 'An enemy has done this.' So the servants said to him, 'Then do you want us to go and gather them?' But he said, 'No, lest in gathering the weeds you root up the wheat along with them. Let both grow together until the harvest, and at harvest time I will tell the reapers, Gather the weeds first and bind them in bundles to be burned, but gather the wheat into my barn.'"
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